Eve gives her dad a blowjob

Eve’s lips were swollen, glossy with spit and the faint trace of Rachel’s lipstick. She looked up at John from between his thighs, blue eyes huge and not-so-innocent. Her top had slipped off both shoulders now, hanging loose around her elbows, and the tiny skirt she wore revealed every bit of her ass and milky thighs.

John was practically comatose. His hands hovered uselessly above his daughter’s head, trembling.

Rachel settled behind Eve on the carpet, knees spread wide so the girl knelt between them. She brushed Eve’s hair into two messy pigtails, gripping them like handles.

“Slow at first, baby,” she murmured, voice low and filthy. “Show Daddy what a perfect little mouth you have.”

Eve exhaled shakily, then leaned in again. This time there was no hesitation. She licked, long and wet, from the base of her dad’s cock to the tip, swirling her tongue around the head like she was savoring an ice-cream cone. John’s hips jerked involuntarily, his cock plunging right into his daughter’s mouth.

“Good girl,” Rachel praised.

She guided Eve down, helping her with some pressure until the head of his cock nudged the back of her throat. Eve gagged softly, eyes watering, but didn’t pull off. Instead she breathed through her nose the way and sank another inch, **** to make her daddy feel good.

“Jesus fuck,” John rasped. His hands finally landed in her hair, fingers threading through the blonde strands alongside Rachel’s. He didn’t push. He just held on. All he could do was hold on and focus on the feeling of his daughter’s throat around his cock.

Rachel’s lips brushed Eve’s ear. “Use your hand too, sweetheart. Twist it just under the head; he loves that.”

Eve obeyed instantly. Pulling off a little and beginning to headbob as her small fist curled around the base and began a slow, twisting stroke in perfect counter-rhythm to her mouth. The combination was devastating. Rachel knew just what John’s weak spots were already, and she was going to show Eve how to use every one.

When Eve pulled off again, she looked wrecked but proud, cheeks flushed and chin dripping. “You like, Daddy?” she whispered.

John’s answer was a broken groan and a thrust. He wanted his cock back inside his daughter’s perfect, warm mouth.

Rachel wasn’t done. She reached between Eve’s legs from behind, fingers slipping under that micro-skirt. Eve whimpered around John’s cock as Rachel found her clit, rubbing slow, lazy circles.

“That’s it,” Rachel crooned. “Every time you make Daddy feel good, I make you feel good. Fair trade, huh?”

Eve moaned in response, and the vibration made John want to cum on the spot. She started bobbing faster, sloppy and eager, spit dripping down her chin onto his balls. John couldn’t help it, he started thrusting back, deeper and deeper.

Eve took it. Tears tracked down her cheeks, mascara smudging, but her eyes never left his face. She was entranced by the lust in his eyes. The power she had over her own father. Rachel saw it. Rachel had cultivated it.

Rachel’s fingers sped up between Eve’s thighs, two now pumping in and out of her dripping cunt in time with Eve’s mouth on John. “You’re doing so fucking good, baby,” she whispered. “Look at him. Look how crazy you’re making your daddy.”

John was in another world. His cock throbbed against Eve’s tongue, impossibly hard, veins pulsing under her grip. Eve could sense it coming, the way he was swelling, the way his balls drew up tight.

Rachel looked up at John, smiling deviously. “Don’t hold back,” she said softly. “She wants all of it, John. Give your little girl what she’s begging for.”

Eve pulled off just long enough to gasp, “You already came on my ass, Daddy. Finish your job, you dirty fucking pervert. Cum in my mouth! I want to taste you.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide at the vulgarity of the girl, pride blooming in her chest. Eve had learned more than she’d let on, apparently.

Then Eve swallowed her Daddy again, deeper than before, throat bulging with his length. Her tongue pressed flat against the underside, stroking in quick little flicks while her hand twisted fast and tight.

John stood no match.

He roared as hard, endless pulses of salty jizz flooded Eve’s mouth. She swallowed greedily, throat working, eyes rolling back in bliss. Some leaked from the corners of her lips anyway, dripping down her chin in a stringy mess.

Rachel kept rubbing Eve’s clit through it, drawing out every aftershock until Eve was trembling, whining around the cock still pulsing weakly against her tongue.

Finally, John sagged and took a step back, staring down at his daughter with a mixture of reverence and guilt. Eve’s hair was so messy, her lips swollen and shiny with his cum, her mascara running with the effort. John had crossed a line he could never come back from. And the worst part? He’d loved it.

Rachel watched all this go through his head with a slow, satisfied smile. This was a man who was never going to stop lusting after his daughter. There was no going back. Not after this.

“Best mouth you’ve ever had?” Rachel asked sweetly.

John couldn’t even lie. He just nodded.

Eve beamed, licking the cum from her fingers.

“Now,” Rachel hummed. “What else should we try?”

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